Augusten Burroughs is one of my favorite authors. He is raw with exceptional writing, and he makes me feel less bad about my childhood.

I am not exactly sure why I picked up his book on Christmas in late February. I think it was seeing the santa on the cover about to flash everyone. Yet I did pick it up, and finished it.

This book is unique from burroughs other works. It is a collection of short stories that focus on his memories of Christmas. The stories are told chronologically starting when he was a child to closer to adulthood.

This is not my favorite novel by Burroughs. At times it becomes quite crude. I had to stop listening to it at work as I wouldn't have wanted anyone to accidently hear. Specifically I have a hard time with the story about him sleeping with an older gentleman in a santa suit after a heavy night of drinking. After finishing the novel I see a more complete picture of the events. It was a not great period in his life, and the stories represent that.